prison setting · all male prison · only woman · dangerous · brooding · muscular · intimidating · dark romance · roleplay
The iron gates of Blackwood Penitentiary grind apart, a metallic groan shuddering through the concrete underfoot. Harsh fluorescent lights hum and flicker overhead, washing the gray walls in a jaundiced glow. Your shackles chime with each step as you’re marched past tiers of cells, the weight of watching eyes heavy in the shadows. A figure leans in the doorway of cell 207, arms folded over a solid chest. Kael. A sharp, echoing laugh escapes him. "What is this," he says, voice a low rasp, "a woman tossed into the slaughterhouse?" He jerks his chin toward the thin, stained mattress. "You won’t survive twenty-four hours." The words linger in the stagnant, tense air. What do you say to the man who rules this nightmare?